Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 18:44:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Hunter <hunterjoe45@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Diamond Tails - 7I

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BASEBALL DIAMOND TAILS - 7I
(copyright 2012, Joe Hunter)

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 Left Field:  Part I
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We had two very tough games the following week, one on Tuesday and the
other on Thursday, both against good teams.  We lost them both.  My boys
played well, they knew they were steadily improving, but it was still hard
for them not to win a game.  I encouraged all I could.  No longer worried
about them quitting - they had come too far for that - I did not want them
getting so discouraged that they stopped having fun and finished the season
out of a sense of duty.  I praised, kidded, set little individual goals -
even played practical jokes by putting fake puke and rubber dog turns on
the dugout benches while they were out warming up.  I would have been
willing to stand on my head and juggle baseballs if I had to

We passed a significant milestone.  The last boy who did not have an
official hit in a game finally got one, and to make it even nicer he came
around, scoring a run when the following batter drove him in.  I lined up
the team and they all shook the boy's hand one by one, as he came back to
the dugout.

It was in this same game that Andy made another spectacular catch in left
field and went three for three at the plate as he hit for a cycle - a
single, double and triple.  His catch in the outfield was a beautiful
thing.  It came in the fourth inning on a fly ball hit deep to the left
corner.  Andy came racing over, his small compact form a blur in the
lights.  It did not seem possible that anyone could get to that ball, but
Andy did it.  He dove, glove extended, and for a heart stopping moment you
could see him, body suspended above the ground.  Then the ball dropped into
his glove and he hit tumbling and rolling.  The bleacher crowd came to
their feet with a loud, "Oh!"  Andy bounced back up, holding his glove in
the air so the umpire could see he still had the ball and there was a roar
as both the stands and our dugout burst into cheers.

When Andy came in after the third out I was in front of the dugout to greet
him.  He knew I would be, and I could tell from all his little signs that
he was as proud of himself at that moment as any boy could be.  He trotted
in, stood next to me looking up with his eyes shining and gave me that
special smile.  I smiled back, with all the love I had for him there in my
face.

"Beautiful catch, Andy," I told him.  "Just fabulous."  I knelt down with a
hand on his shoulder.  "I'm so lucky.  I got the most wonderful ballplayer
in all the world!"

The boy's eyes flashed with pride and love.  He touched me on the shoulder
for an instant in a little pat.  It was when he came up that inning that he
got his triple.

In the end it was Andy who held the team together for me - Andy and his
friends; Lester, the 14-year-old he had become close to; Benjy, the slender
boy he rode to practice with from school who substituted at first base; and
RayBan my black centerfielder.  Their dedication and Andy's great play,
along with all his courage and determination, kept the boys going even
though we never won.  Andy's example, and the enthusiasm and good example
of his friends, inspired all the other boys and made the final scores of
the games seem unimportant.

As, of course, they were.  Unimportant I mean.  I wouldn't even know them
now without my battered old scorebook in front of me.  In the end, what
does a boy really take with him down the years as memories of a season of
baseball?  Not the scores.  Not the dry numbers and statistics.  Not even,
I think, the winning or losing.  In the years to come, it will be friends
and emotions that he will remember: That time he got a hit when there were
two outs, his heart was pounding, his hands sweating on the bat, and his
best friend was on base, calling for him to get him in!  Or that time he
stole second on a close play in the big game, the cheering as he got up to
dust himself off!  Or that tough ground ball he made such a good play
on... Or the great catch in the outfield... All the fun he had with his
friends, cheering for each other, and then the pizza afterwards... Or,
even, the touch of his coach's hand on his shoulder and a man's voice
saying, "Good job, son.  I knew you could do it!"

The wins, the losses, the scores that seemed so important at the time....
All pass away as other activities and interests engage us.  But the
important things, the really fundamental things - these remain forever,
waiting for a flash of color, a tone of voice, or a long forgotten smell to
bring it all back, flooding into our minds.

I held practices on every day that we did not have games, working the boys
hard, pointing them toward one big effort - winning the last game of the
season.  We would face again the other team that was like ours, the one
that had just barely beaten us the first time we played.  Except for that
time against us, they had also lost every game.  If we could beat them, we
would not be the worst team in the league and my boys could finish the
season on a note of victory and accomplishment.  I pulled out all the
stops.  We worked for over two hours every practice and I emphasized
hitting, hitting, hitting and more hitting.  If I could get our kids to
generate an offense, I was sure we could win.

I got some help on these extended batting practices from an unexpected
quarter.  Skipper and his friends.

When I had unthinkingly invited Skipper to our practices I had no idea that
he would actually come.  But to my surprise he and three other little boys
turned up on Monday shortly after I got things started.  They sat in back
of the screen behind home plate watching fascinated as I warmed up the team
and soon they were scampering all around chasing stray balls.

My first thought, that they would be in the way or get hurt, was all wrong.
They turned out to be invaluable, especially in the long batting sessions.
By chasing down all the files and stray balls they saved a lot of time,
which meant that I could keep things moving a lot faster.  But their
biggest contribution was psychological.

They were fans.

There are few people in this world who do not try a little harder if they
know someone is watching, especially if that person watching admires you.
And Skipper and his friends admired my players.  They knew nothing about
scores or league standings, or who had won what game.  All they knew was
that Andy and the other boys were 'big kids' who played baseball in real
uniforms on a real field with people watching.  If someone had told them
that we were a bad team they would not have believed them.

Because of Andy's home run, Skipper was convinced he was the greatest kid
to ever play the game.  I heard him telling his three friends, "See?
That's Andy.  He hit a home run.  I ran an' got the ball an' brought it to
him so he could have it."

Skipper learned immediately that the new Louisville Slugger among our
collection of bats was Andy's and he would run to get it whenever Andy came
up in the drill.

The four small boys attended all our practices that week and it made a big
difference.  Every one of my boys did better and tried harder.  The little
guys quickly developed a relationship with the entire team and my players
all tried hard to live up to the admiration they were receiving.  For
Skipper, Andy would always be his big hero.  But I noticed that, by Friday,
he had also developed a close tie to Andy's friend Lester.  He stayed close
to him during practice and the bigger boy made a determined effort to do
better in the drill because he knew Skipper was watching him.

I always rewarded the four small boys by letting them take swings with a
light bat and by giving them cold sodas at the end of practice.  None of
them could hit very well but they all loved to try and my players liked to
pitch to them and encourage them.  Skipper was very selective.  He would
only take swings if Andy or Lester pitched to him.  If I tried to get him
up when other boys were throwing he would shake his head.

The four boys always stayed to watch Andy work with me on the extra hitting
practice afterwards.  They would stand to one side watching in fascination
as Andy hit wiffle balls into the backstop with the heavy bat.  Because
they could scurry around and shag the balls for me I could give Andy twice
as many swings.

"You guys are really helping a lot," I told Skipper appreciatively.  The
small boy swelled with pride.

Skipper came to both our games that week and while his little friends went
off to chase foul balls he chose to stay close so I bought him a soda and
let him be in the dugout with the team.  He sat next to his friend Lester
and ran out from time to time to pick up bats.  When Andy made his great
catch and then hit his triple the boy watched wide-eyed through the screen.

He and his three friends were there late the following afternoon as I threw
wiffle ball after wiffle ball to Andy and the four small boys scampered
around picking up the balls almost as soon as they were hit, bringing them
back to me.  Andy was dead tired by the time we finished, but he continued
to push hard right to the end in that determined way that he had.  He was
practicing with his shirt off, body gleaming, his sweat darkened satin
shorts clinging to his hips and butt.  Each time the boy took a swing the
muscles in his developing body stood out starkly as he gave a little grunt
of effort.  The small boys watched admiringly.  Andy never said anything,
but I know he enjoyed the attention.

At the end of an hour, when I could see that Andy's arms were trembling
with fatigue, I gave him one more toss and then called a halt.  The boys
all helped me pack the equipment and I took everything to the truck.

"Andy's the very best, ain't he," Skipper declared as I handed out sodas to
him and his friends.

"Yes, he is," I told the little boy.  I put my arm around Andy's sweaty
shoulders and gave him a little hug.  "I think he's very special."

Andy looked up at me with his little smile.

"I know why he's so good," Skipper said positively.  "It's 'cause you're
his coach.  Lester says you're the greatest coach in the whole world.  I'm
gonna be on your team someday."

I smiled and ruffled the young boy's hair.  "Hope you will be, Skipper."

"You gonna be here Monday, Coach?" he asked.

"Yup.  Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday."

"Okay," the boy told me happily.  "See ya!"

As he and his friends all turned and ran off Andy and I climbed into the
truck.  The boy sprawled back against me and I smiled, stroking his chest.

"Tired?"

"Ooo, yeah," Andy sighed.  "Coach, my arms are dead!"

"Good.  That means you did a great work out.  And by the way, I thought you
looked terrific.  With my new little assistants I can work you twice as
hard as I could before.  It's perfect."

Andy groaned and I tickled him very gently to make him giggle.  "Let's get
you something to eat."

We drove to the Subway down the road and I got Andy two sandwiches.  He ate
one immediately and I told him save the other for a snack later.  "You can
have it after you finish all your homework."

Andy shook his head.  "We don't have homework this weekend, Coach.  We got
final exams next week."

"That's right.  School ends next Thursday, doesn't it."

Andy nodded.  "I'm gonna study tonight."

"Call me if you hit any snags."

"I will," he promised.  "Coach, I told my mom I'm sleeping over tomorrow.
She said it was okay.  I told her five of us were staying in a tent."

"What time does she want you back?"

"I can stay till Sunday afternoon."  He looked at me and smiled happily.

"All right!"

"Yeah," he said shyly.  "I waited to tell you 'cause I wanted to surprise
you."

"That's the nicest surprise you could have given me, Champ."  Something was
putting a lump in my throat so I had trouble getting the words out.  Andy
stared up, eyes shining.

When he had finished eating we walked back out to the truck.  In the cab he
pushed his sweaty shorts and jock down to his ankles and leaned naked back
against me, pulling his legs up onto the seat.

"I wish we could go to your house right now, Coach," he told me as I took
his hard little shaft in my fingers.

"Me, too."

I rubbed him firmly.  Andy made a soft little sound, twisted around to
stretch over my thigh and parted his legs.  I rubbed faster and the boy
moaned, writhing a little, closing his eyes.

"I love doing this with you, Coach," he whispered.

Rubbing his stiff rod faster, I stroked the boy's warm silky skin with my
other hand and he stretched, arching up.  Suddenly, with a soft cry he
thrust his hips.  His rigid boner throbbed under my stroking fingers.
"Ooooo...  Oooooo, Coach..." The thick little shaft throbbed again; Andy
tensed, squeezing his butt...  Then he was jerking, throbbing contractions
shooting through him as drops of slippery fluid rolled over my pumping
fingers.

At last he slumped down on the seat, moaned softly and then relaxed, arms
thrown back over his head and knees sagging apart.

"Coach," he whispered.  "Coach..."

I stroked gently.  "Let's get you home, Champ."

I started the truck and drove Andy home in the dusk, caressing the naked
boy as he sprawled over my lap on the seat.  His firm warm body felt so
smooth and soft.  I wanted to take him in my arms.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," I whispered.  The boy nodded and rubbed his
little hand on mine.  "I'll pick you up at eight.  Just wear you swim
shorts and bring a towel."

"I'll be ready."  He pulled up his shorts reluctantly when we turned into
the trailer park.  In front of his house, after I got his bike out of the
truck, he hugged me very tightly before I left.  That night he called me
twice to talk.

The following morning I was up early and I could see out the window it was
going to be a perfect day for the beach.  The sky was dazzling, there were
no clouds, and it was already hot.  When I got my truck I checked the
weather on the radio.  The predicted high was in the 90s.

"Perfect," I whispered happily to myself.  "Perfect."

When I stopped off at the 7-11 at the intersection a few miles from my
house the girl behind the counter looked at the swim shorts I was wearing
and flashed me a smile.  "Someone's headed for the beach."

I filled the truck's gas tank, bought a cheap foam cooler which I filled
with ice and cartons of orange juice and then got six bottles of Hawaiian
Tropic tanning oil along with a Frisbee to put with the bats, balls and a
surf met I brought from my garage.

I pulled up in front of Cap's house right at 7:30 and the two young high
school boys came running to the truck before I had even stopped, shouting,
"Hi, Coach!"

Opening the passenger-side door they scrambled in, both wearing Nikes,
baggy swim shorts, and colorful loose T-shirts.  Slim tanned arms and legs
flashed in the sunlight.  Before I could even finish saying, "Wow! You guys
look great!" Cap's slender friend 2Bad had slid over to the middle of the
seat, pressing against me.

Cap took shotgun and shut the door.  "We won our final game, Coach!"

"Hey! That's terrific!"  I reached across to give his knee a pat and then
ruffled 2Bad's blonde hair.  "I wish Andy could have come to see it."  Once
the truck was in gear and moving I filled the boys in about our games and
practices.  "I'm trying everything I know to win our last game next
Thursday."

"Thursday's the last day of school, Coach," Cap said.  "We're coming to
your game!"

"Yeah," 2Bad assured me.  "We're gonna help you win!"

I held out a palm for 2Bad to slap.  "I know Andy would really like that."

"Andy's cool, Coach," Cap said.  "Last night we decided that we're
officially adopting him as our younger brother."

"You stayed over again last night?"  I asked 2Bad.

"Yeah."  The boy smiled.  "We do that a lot.  We didn't stay up late,
though.  We were too tired from our game."

"Man, were we," Cap said.  "We crashed early."

"I'll try not to wear you out too much today," I said, smiling.  "Hey,
listen... I don't think Andy swims too well.  So, sort of keep an eye on
him today, okay?"

"No problem, Coach."  Cap gave me a confident nod.  "We'll stay with him
all the time."

"Yeah," 2Bad said, "There's no way we'd let anything happen to Andy."

I reached over, patted Cap's knee again and he put his hand on mine,
holding it on his leg while he straightened it in the foot well as best he
could, flexing it for me.

"I've gotten a lot stronger this season, Coach.  Feel..."

He pushed my hand up over his thigh and I felt the hard swell of muscle
under the cotton shorts.

"That is good!"  I pushed my hand to the inside and the boy spread his
thighs so I could slide all the way into his warm groin.  Under his baggy
swim shorts Cap was naked and his adolescent stick was rock hard.  I rubbed
through the cloth and the boy tightened his butt, swelling the shaft
beneath my fingers, looking over at me proudly.

"Yeah," I said, smiling at him.

"I'm getting a lot stronger too, Coach!"  2Bad grabbed my hand, moving it
to his own thigh, spreading his legs.  He slid up the edge of his shorts so
I could slide my palm on his smooth tanned skin.  He was slimmer than his
friend, but the muscle was just as firm and solid.

"Sure," I told him.  "That's good and strong."

My hand pushed up into the warmth of his groin and 2Bad caught his breath
as the hard stiffness of his slender erection slipped into my fingers.
Like Cap, he was wearing nothing under his shorts.  I rubbed firmly while
he squeezed his butt, the quivering shaft throbbing against my stroking
hand.  At the base of his rigid penis I could feel downy little hairs.
Otherwise he was completely smooth.

2Bad moaned softly and leaned against me.  I saw him reach over into his
friend's lap, his hand began to move and after Cap had looked around to be
sure no one in the few cars on the road with us could see, he pulled up the
waist of his swim shorts so 2Bad could slid his hand beneath them.  As I
drove across town to Andy's house we stroked and rubbed.

Andy was waiting on the steps of his trailer.  He got up the instant he saw
my truck and came running over before we even stopped.

"Hey!"  He said with one of his rare big smiles as he greeted his older
friends.  I got out, picked him up and swung him into the air.

"Man!  Don't you look nice!"

Andy laughed happily.  He was wearing The Gap swim shorts and one of the
colorful shirts I had gotten him at the sporting goods store that matched
the shorts.  The colors, a mixture of grays and bright orange, set off his
tanned skin and dark hair.  He was altogether a dazzling sight.  The only
nondescript items he had on were the old sneakers I had told him to use so
his good ones would not be spoiled by the water and salt.

"Wow, Andy!  Really sharp!"  Cap said admiringly.

Andy beamed and climbed into the cab to sit on his older friend's lap.  As
I slid behind the wheel on my side I said, "As soon as school's out I need
to take you down to that modeling agency, Andy."

2Bad looked at me, startled.  "What modeling agency, Coach?"

"The Gap wants to use Andy as a model," I explained.  "I've got the card
and the number, but we've been so busy I haven't gotten him down there
yet."

"Oh wow!  That's cool, Andy," the older boy exclaimed.

"Yeah," Cap said.  "You could make some big money doin' that, Andy!  You
look way better than those kids you see on TV."

Andy leaned back comfortably, looking over at me with his little smile.  As
I drove the truck out of the trailer park I saw Cap's hands disappear under
Andy's shirt and the younger boy spread his legs.  2Bad put a hand on
Andy's bare thigh, stroking gently.

"Hey, Andy," he said, "We were talkin' about you last night and we decided
we want you to be our official younger brother."

Andy smiled and made a happy little noise.  "Okay."

"Yeah," Cap said.  "Now you HAVE to come to our school year after next."

While the boys talked I took a turn off the airport road and wound my way
through a tangle of back streets to the house where Andy's 14-year-old
friend Lester lived.  He was waiting out by the street in a faded T-shirt
and ragged cutoff jeans.  All the boys waved, calling to him excitedly and
I hopped out as soon as I could to gave his sturdy shoulders a little hug.

"How you doin' this morning?  Did you have breakfast?"

He nodded.  "Some cereal, Coach."

I looked at the other boys.  "Why don't you all get in the back?  There's
no way to squeeze you all in up front.  And besides..." I grinned at them,
"There's two more kids to pick up."

Andy gave me a surprised look.  "Who, Coach?"

"You'll see.  Everybody pile in the back!"

The boys swarmed into the truck bed.  As I started off again, Andy peeked
through the sliding rear window to see where we were going.  When I got
back on the airport road and then turned off again he said, "None of the
kids on our team live here, Coach."

"Yup!"  I winked at him and Andy gave me his look.  I could tell he was
excited and happy.

I pulled into a nice development of houses, checking street signs, trying
to follow the directions I had been given.  A sturdy young boy was waiting
at the end of a driveway dressed in red cutoffs and a bright orange
tie-dyed T-shirt.

"Hey!"  Andy called excitedly.  "Hey, all right!"  He waved as we pulled
up.

JayJay, the third baseman from the good team, climbed happily into the
truck bed.  There were excited introductions and greetings.  He and Andy
high-fived, and then he high-fived with the other three boys.  They all
settle down in the back and I heard them chattering away as I drove out to
the main road.

"Coach, now where?" Andy called when I turned down yet another side street.
Then he gave a little yelp of glee at the sight of young Benjy, his slender
form half smothered in a floppy white hat, billowy white shirt with half
sleeves, and baggy white shorts, standing at the curb accompanied by his
mother.

"Yeah!" Andy shouted as we came to a stop.  He and the others helped Benjy
into the back while his mother handed me a bag of zinc oxide tubes, spray
cans of sunscreen, and other junk I only pretended to look at.  "His skin's
so sensitive" she instructed me.  "He has to be very careful..."

She went on and on....

Even then, a young inexperienced coach, I knew better than to brush off a
team mother.  Patiently I let her continue, but it was Cap who actually put
her anxieties to rest.  The handsome blond 15-year-old joined us and I
introduced him, mentioning that he was the JV Captain of Baseball.  Then he
took over.  Cap assured Benjy's mom that he had exactly the same problem
with the sun, knew just what had to be done, and promised to keep Benjy
well slathered with sun block all day.

"What a nice young man!" Benjy's mom exclaimed when Cap left us to climb
back into the truck bed, sitting down next to Andy.  Benjy, I noticed, had
found a spot by 2Bad.

Driving away I thought how lucky we had been that Benjy's mom had not
attended the game where he had been ploughed by the oncoming runner.  "She
would never have let him play again!" I muttered to myself.

The drive to the beach took an hour, including a stop at a McDonald's for a
big bag of breakfast sandwiches consumed immediately by my crew in the
back.  They had all assured me they had eaten breakfast, but I knew the
kind of junk they ate.  Cereal and pop tarts would never hold them.

We hit the beach at the perfect time.  The morning sun was just starting to
really heat up, but no crowd had arrived yet.  I got a nice parking spot
near the wooden steps that led down a big dune and the boys grabbed all our
stuff from the truck and took it onto the white sandy beach.

Andy stared at the dazzling expanse of water and empty beach that stretched
as far as one could see in either direction, the coastline disappearing in
haze at the horizon.

"Coach, this is awesome!"  He put his hand on my waist.

"All for you today, Champ." I hugged his shoulders.  Beside us, Lester was
looking out at the sight wide-eyed as well.  "Ever been out here before?"
I asked and he shook his head.

We left our things above the tide line as the boys started taking their
shirts off JayJay, Cap and 2Bad stared at Andy's scar, but no one said
anything.  Benjy, still wrapped in all the floppy white clothing his mother
had insisted on, looked around in surprise when I snatched off his silly
hat.  "Get that shirt off," I told him.  Then I tossed bottles of sunscreen
to the high school boys.  "Do Andy and Benjy.  I'll get these two."
Uncapping another Hawaiian Tropic bottle I began slathering oil on Lester
and JayJay while Cap did Andy and 2Bad spread lotion all over a giggling
Benjy.  Soon slender supple boy-bodies were gleaming in the sunlight.  I
looked around, enjoying the sight, thinking how incredibly lucky I was.

"Two things," I cautioned, when Andy and Benjy had finished oiling their
partners.  "Have fun, but please stick together.  I'm counting on you older
guys to help watch the younger ones.  I know at least a couple of you
aren't strong swimmers.  Please watch each other!  The other thing is..." I
held up my bottle of Hawaiian Tropic.  "I brought plenty of this, so use
it.  The sun's fierce today.  Keep putting more on!"

2Bad, standing next to Benjy's slim well-oiled form, was grinning and I
knew no urging from me would be needed for the older boy to keep putting
lotion on his young friend.  Over by Andy, Cap was smiling as well.  "No
problem, Coach," he assured me.  "We won't let 'em lobster."

"Better not," I told him, pointing to Benjy, "or this kid's mother is gonna
kill me!  Okay, last one in the water's a..."  I never had a chance to
finish.  With a whoop and yell Cap, 2Bad and JayJay led the rest into the
waves.

What a blast that day was. For hours and hours the boys never left the
water.  They dove, swam, rode the waves and wrestled each other on and off
the surf met.  It was a glorious time.

Andy and Lester were only beginner swimmers, so the rest of us gave lessons
and got them past a dog paddle into a primitive crawl stroke.  Andy laughed
delightedly as Cap supported him in the water and Lester looked just as
content with 2Bad holding him up while JayJay, Benjy and I threw in advice
and extra help.  Soon our two non-swimmers were a lot more confident in the
water.

Next came body surfing and while 2Bad teamed with Cap to teach Andy and
Benjy, I demonstrated wave riding to Lester and JayJay.  Lester needed the
lessons, but after a bit I suspected JayJay already knew how to surf and
was pretending ignorance so he could have my exclusive attention for a
while.  Eventually Lester caught on to the trick of getting into the face
of a wave and went off to join Andy and Cap.  I found myself alone with
JayJay, holding his sturdy young body around the waist as we bobbed out
beyond the surf line, waiting for good waves.  I put him into a few, he
kicked hard finally catching one that tumbled him all the way into the
beach.  Then he swam back out to me and I slid an arm around his waist,
holding his firm smooth body next to mine.

"Nice," I told him.  "Next time try backing out like I showed you before it
flips you over."

"Let me rest first, Coach," he begged.

"Sure." I stroked his taut smooth tummy, sliding my hand down over the
front of his board shorts and felt the same hard bulge that had appeared
while I had oiled him with Hawaiian Tropic back on the beach.  When I
pushed against the elastic waist of the shorts JayJay sucked in his stomach
so my fingers could push beneath, allowing my palm to find the silky warmth
of his lower belly.  I pushed further and the hard slim shaft of an erect
boy stick slid between my fingers.  JayJay was near adult length,
circumcised, with only a few wispy hairs at the base.  I felt his hardness
quiver as my fingers rubbed.

"No one can see us here, can they?" he whispered.

"No one," I whispered back.

My other palm was stroking him, our bodies bobbing up and down as the waves
passed.  My feet touched sandy bottom in the troughs and then we would rise
together onto the crests.  I caressed JayJay's firm muscular chest rubbing
each nipple, passed fingertips down his silky flanks, traced the definition
lines of his lean hard stomach and rubbed the swell of muscle in his arms.

"You're 14, aren't you?"  I asked softly.  He nodded, relaxing against me
as I stroked.  "You're really starting to develop," I told him admiringly.

"Uh-huh."  My fingertip went back and forth over his slit and JayJay
squirmed a little.  "I been growin' like a lot this spring."  All his
desperate pride was in his voice, all his longing for praise and
recognition.  His well-built frame had that long legged coltish look boys
of his age get when their legs are growing faster than their upper bodies.
His shoulders and chest were just starting to get a little breadth.  I
stroked, enjoying the feel of his silky skin in the water.  His satiny
flanks were warm and smooth under my sliding palm.  I kept rubbing his
slick rigid shaft and the boy flexed his butt, swelling the hardness for me
proudly.

"You're really getting strong," I assured him.

JayJay pulled his legs up, moving his thighs apart, tightening his butt
again and giving a soft moan as I pumped him harder.  His slim shaft
throbbed under my rubbing fingers.

"Here comes a big wave," I told him, "I'm gonna throw you into it."

"Yeah..." The whispered reply was husky with passion.

JayJay's attempt to catch that wave failed and it seemed to me that his
effort was deliberately clumsy.  So were a few other tries he made, and
after each one he swam back to me eagerly so I could hold and fondle him
under his shorts.  When he finally did catch a good ride he let the wave
tumble him and came back to me with his shots pulled far down on his hips.

"That one almost took my pants off, Coach!"

"Uh-huh," I said fondly.  "Be careful.  We don't want anyone on the beach
to have a free look."

JayJay giggled and twisted against me.  "No one can see me out here,
Coach."

He was pulling his shorts off under the water.  "Thanks, Coach," he
whispered, handing them to me.  I stuffed the shorts into my own and held
the naked boy, pumping his jutting erection.  JayJay arched back against
me.

"Uhhh...  Uhhhhhhhhhh..."

I rubbed harder and the boy pulled his legs up, spreading his thighs.
"Feel good?"  I whispered.

He nodded.  I felt him quiver and then his entire body began to tense.
"Harder," he pleaded.

I moved my fist even faster on the boy's rigid shaft.  He muscles of his
smooth tummy hardened against the arm I had around his waist.  He
shuddered, jerked, and his butt tightened hard against my groin.

There was a sudden contraction in his straining boy stick.  JayJay heaved
against my arm, his engorged shaft jerking in my fist, throbs coming again
and again as the boy writhed, legs kicking.  At last his contractions eased
and my fist slowed its pumping.  JayJay relaxed against me.  I held him,
stroking his taut tummy and the firm little swells of muscle in his chest.

"Coach..." he whispered.

"Feel good?"

He nodded.

"You're starting to develop.  I'm really glad you came today."

JayJay nodded again.

I handed him his shorts and he pulled them back on before we went over to
join the others.  Andy was anxious to show me what he could do and when Cap
launched him into a wave my sturdy left fielder rode it all the way to the
beach, tumbling into the break and then bouncing up to grin and wave.

"Now me, me," Lester begged and Cap took hold of him the same way I had
been holding JayJay.  As the next wave came he gave Lester a push and the
slender boy thrashed, kicking his feet as the wave took him.  He rode it in
nearly as far as Andy, and then the two of then swam back out to us using
their newly learned crawl strokes.

"Hey, that was really good!"  I held Andy tight around the waist, stroking
his sturdy rounded shoulder.  Beside me Lester clung to my arm.

JayJay swam over to Cap, gave me a mischievous grin and demanded, "Launch
me!"  He and Cap waited for a big one, Cap pushed him into it and JayJay
rode the wave perfectly to the beach, backing out just as it broke.  When
he stood up, I grinned and waved, more convinced than ever that he had
known how to body surf all along.

Lester squirmed against me.  "Launch me, Coach," he begged.

"You bet.  Hang onto Cap, Andy.  Lemme see if I can spot a good wave for
this guy."

Passing Andy over to Cap I took hold of Lester and stroked his firm tight
waist, watching over my shoulder for a nice big roller.  My slender
14-year-old twisted around and rested his head my chest.

"This is fun, Coach."

"Glad you came?"

He nodded and I rubbed my hand down over his ragged cutoffs.  They were too
small for him, stretched tight over his hips, and there was a hard stiff
rod straining against them.  It felt the same size as JayJay's as I rubbed
through the cloth.  When a nice big wave came I threw Lester into it and
watched with Andy and Cap as he rode to the beach.

"He's getting the hang of it," I told Cap.

"Now me, me Coach," Andy pleaded.

I pushed him into a big roller and Andy thrashed with his arms, taking off
with the wave as it raced toward the shore.

"You're a good teacher," I told Cap, taking the sturdy boy by the waist and
giving him a hug.  He relaxed as I stroked his smooth tummy and chest, and
sucked in his stomach to allow my hand inside his shorts.  Cap was rigidly
hard, his thickened adolescent rod straining against my fingers.  At the
base of the shaft was a downy tuft of pubic hair, just barely enough to
feel.  I rubbed firmly and the boy's supple muscular body twisted against
mine.

"2Bad and I really like you a lot, Coach," he said in a husky whisper.

"I like you guys, too.  You're just finishing ninth grade, right?"

"Uh-huh.  Sophomores next year, and we move up to varsity.  But we'll still
be in school when Andy comes.  We'll watch out for him.  Andy's cool,
Coach.  And so are his friends."

"I think they're the best in the world.  You guys, too."

"Thanks Coach..." Cap reached down and pushed his shorts off under the
water.  He held them, leaning back against me with his legs pulled up and
apart while I slid my fist on his stiff shaft.

The boy was so aroused by the handling of Andy and Lester's bodies it took
almost no time for me to bring him to climax.  There was a sudden hard
contraction in his shaft, he bucked against my restraining arm, and then he
was releasing in jerk after jerk, head arched back and mouth open.

When it ended Cap slumped back against me and I held him, stroking and
caressing.  "Andy's so lucky," he whispered.

Lester and Andy were on their way back, making their way awkwardly through
the breaking surf with JayJay helping them.  I gave Cap a nudge and the boy
reluctantly put his shorts back on.  Then I pulled him beneath the surface
where no one could see and I kissed him, sliding my tongue deep into his
mouth.  Cap hugged, twisting to slide his hard smooth warmth on me and then
we separated, Cap to help Andy and me to swim over to Lester and JayJay.

"Did you see how good he did, Coach?" JayJay told me when I reached them.
Both boys were grinning happily and JayJay was supporting Lester around the
waist.

"You bet!  He did great..." I started to say, and then a squirming slender
form was all over me, clinging to my back and shoulders.  "Me too, Coach!"
Benjy demanded.  "Watch how I can do it!"  He and 2Bad had swum over to
join us and now he was anxious to show off like the others.

"OK, hot shot," I told him, taking hold of the excited boy.  Benjy hugged
while I looked over my shoulder for a good wave, arms and legs around me
like a monkey.  Beneath his white board shorts my substitute first baseman
was hard as a rock, his stiff boner poking against me as Benjy rubbed it on
my hip.  I launched him into a steep roller and the youngster stroked,
caught it, and rode to the beach, kicking out at the break with as much
expertise as JayJay had shown.

"I didn't have to teach him much," 2Bad said as Benjy stood up waving.

I waved back and then pulled 2Bad close, sliding a palm over the front of
his shorts.  Like Benjy the older boy was fully aroused, the hard jut of an
adult sized rod very evident as my hand brushed across.  "I'm sure he got a
few good tips from you," I said with a chuckle.  "He's a good kid, isn't
he."

"Uh-huh.  Just like Andy."  2Bad put an arm around my waist and leaned his
head on my shoulder.  "This is nice, Coach."

"Fun, huh?"

"Yeah."

Cap and Andy went next, both trying to catch a wave side by side.  Then
Lester with JayJay, imitating them, followed by 2Bad and Benjy.  For a
while all the boys were showing off for me, each trying to out do the
other, but at last I could tell that Lester and Andy were getting tired.

"Okay," I said as the grinning boys swim up to me.  "Let's see who I can
throw the farthest!"

"Me!"  Andy cried immediately.  He churned his way over and climbed into my
arms.

I held his hard muscular body as the boy squirmed happily, hugging tight,
wrapping arms and legs around me.  I felt his heart beating against mine.
"Having a good time, Champ?"  I asked, wishing that we were alone so I
could kiss him.

He nodded vigorously and I patted his back.  "I'll toss you up as high as I
can.  Let's see if you can make a big splash."

Andy grinned up at me.  "Yeah!"

He curled into a ball, I waited until we were in a wave trough, and then I
threw him up over the water.  Shrieking with excitement Andy came back down
with a mighty splash, bobbed back up almost at once and started to dog
paddle back to me pleading, "Again!  Again!"

Instantly I was mobbed by the whole gang.  "Me!  Do me, Coach!"

JayJay got to me first.  His lean beautifully formed body was heavier than
Andy's but I propelled him upward by putting a hand on his rounded butt and
launching him into the air like a shot-put.  He shrieked in excitement,
curled tight and cannonballed into the water.

Then it was Benjy, Cap, Lester and 2Bad, all taking turns one by one,
flying up into the air, splashing down into a wave and hustling back to get
in line for more.  I was surrounded by excited wiggling boys all eager to
hug and curl up in my arms so they could be tossed.  My hands roved over
their silky bodies and each one took advantage of the short waits while we
prepared for the toss, sucking in their stomachs to allow my hand into
their shorts.  They were all hard, from Andy and Benjy's developing boy
sticks to the older ones' adolescent rods, and they hugged against me,
eager to feel my touch.

Over and over I tossed the boys, their lean muscular bodies flashing in the
sunlight as they went laughing and shrieking through the air.  Except for
Andy and Benjy, the boys were not light so my upper body got a workout.
But the boys did not want to stop.  They were having too much fun.  They
all loosened their shorts, letting them slide down their hips until jutting
rounded butts were showing.

Finally, as I began to tire, I convinced them to try diving off my
shoulders into oncoming waves.  They loved it, wanting to do it again and
again.  I made it more exciting for them by pushing off the bottom as they
dove, thus propelling them even higher into the air.

JayJay hit on the idea of loosening his shorts so much they slipped to his
knees every time he dove into the face of a roller.  He only pulled them
back up when it was his turn again.  All the other boys copied him except
poor Lester whose ragged cutoffs were so tight it was awkward for him to
slip them up and down.  This loose shorts action almost resulted in
disaster when Andy lost his completely on a spectacular dive into a big
wave.  I made a lunge and grabbed the shorts as they went by.

"Close!"  I called.  Andy swam toward me and gave me a mischievous look as
I handed them back.  "Hang on to these, Champ," I cautioned.  "I'm not sure
what we do if you lose 'em."

Andy pressed his smooth naked body against mine, wiggling happily.  "You'd
think of something, Coach."  He looked up at me with perfect trust and
affection.

The boys enjoyed a few more rounds of diving and then Cap and Benjy took
Andy off to teach him how to swim underwater.  Lester and JayJay also
drifted away and I found myself temporarily alone with 2Bad.  I pulled the
slim sturdy boy to me and held him with an arm around his taut waist.  "You
did a great job taking care of Benjy," I told him.

The boy leaned back, smooth firm body warm against my flesh.  "It wasn't
me, Coach, he just really wanted to learn."

"He knew that you liked him and wanted to help him.  That made all the
difference."

"He's a really nice kid.  So's Andy.  They both really like you."

2Bad stroked the arm I held around his waist under the water.  I caressed
his body, stroking a palm over his chest and tummy, and then letting it
drift down over his shorts to rub the straining rod pushing out against the
cloth.  I was surprised to find that he was a little smaller than Cap.

"So let's hear about you," I told him.  It occurred to me as I held him how
beautiful this boy was, with his blonde hair, pretty features, the
developing muscles in his smooth tanned arms and legs.  If Cap was the boy
next door, the boy from a Norman Rockwell painting, this one had the more
streetwise appearance of a soiled angel, a blond page in the train of some
medieval prince.

"Come on," I said, giving him a little hug.  "How was your last game?  I
know you won.  But how did you do?"

2Bad blushed a little and shrugged.  "I did OK."

"Come on," I coaxed.  "Tell me."

He hesitated and then said with quiet pride, "I scored two runs.  Cap did
good too.  He homered and made a double play!"

I hugged him tightly and stroked my hand over his smooth skin.  "That's
great.  You guys did terrific!"

The boy nodded.  "It was our last JV game.  We wanted it to be special."

I began rubbing him again, sliding my palm on the slender shaft straining
up under his shorts.  The boy sighed and shifted a little against me.  He
spread his legs.  "Coach, You can like do me if you want.  I'll let you."

I rubbed him again for a few moments and the boy's head arched back as his
eyes closed.  I tugged at his shorts and he helped me pull them down, then
wiggled as I stripped him.  I gave him the shorts to hold and put my fist
on his jutting little shaft, stroking it firmly.

"Ohhhh..."

2Bad moaned softly, tightening his perfectly formed butt to swell his rigid
penis under my hand.  He was only a trifle longer than the third baseman, a
slender shaft thickened and lengthened, but at the base were only a few
silky wisps of hair.

Twisting his lean supple body against my encircling arm, 2Bad pulled up his
legs, rounded thighs straining apart.  My hand left his slender shaft to
cup his tight nut sac, fingers gently pressing on the sensitive skin at its
base.  The boy groaned again.

Slowly my hand slid around his hip onto a silky butt, squeezing the firm
muscle.  Pushing into his crease, which he was trying so hard to stretch
open, I let my probing fingers find the dimpled boy hole.  When I pressed,
2Bad's head arched back in ecstasy and I felt his stomach tense as he bore
down.  The tight ring opened and I thrust first one and then two fingers up
into him.

The beautiful boy writhed as I twisted the fingers in his heat feeling for
the hard little swelling of his nub.  When I found it, rubbing and
pressing, the boy's lower legs jerked.

"Coach..." he moaned softly.  "Coach... Please... Please..."

When my fingers slid out the opening was relaxed and gaping.  I pushed my
own shorts off, gave them to the boy so he could hold them with his own and
then positioned the engorged head of my throbbing shaft on his entrance.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Groaning with pleasure 2Bad squirmed, trying to stuff himself with my
hardness.  My tip penetrated with a little pop and the violated ring muscle
squeezed in reflex.  2Bad flinched a little.  We were using no lubrication
I was anxious not to hurt the boy.

"Take your time," I whispered.

"Uhhhhhh..." 2Bad bore down, straining to open, his tummy muscles hardening
beneath my encircling arm.  I held him as the waves rolled by, moving us up
and down and their action pushed me in further until, bit-by-bit, the boy
was impaled on the full length of my man shaft.

"Ooo...  Ooooo..."

Writhing on the huge mass filling him, 2Bad moaned softly, lower legs
twisting back around mine as his ankles locked on my calves.  I was fully
sheathed in hot tightness, my groin pressed against rounded butt, and I
squeezed to swell my shaft, grinding my hips to stretch up into 2Bad and
move my tip deep in his loins.  The boy's head arched back, mouth opening
in a soundless cry of passion.  I reached around, finding him only half
erect, and rubbed until his slim boy rod was rock hard again.  Pumping with
my fist, I stroked its smooth sensitive slickness.  2Bad heaved against my
restraining arm.  "Uhh...  Uhhh...  Uhhhhhhhhhhh..."  Pulsations rippled in
the tight walls gripping my thrust up shaft.

I was hurtling toward release.  The thrill of caressing the other boys
already had me so hard my manhood was throbbing painfully.  Now the ecstasy
of possessing this beautiful youth at his own invitation... thrusting up
within his heat as he writhed in passion....  There was no need for me to
even begin sliding in 2Bad.  With explosive force I jerked, hips bucking in
a frenzy, as powerful contractions spurted a flood of my hot seed into his
guts.

Everything stopped for me momentarily, and then as my thrusting eased I
began rubbing the boy again, pumping him faster and faster until he too
came in a jerking thrusting spasm.  Then I held him, supporting his sturdy
muscular body and keeping his head up out of the water while I softened
slowly inside him.

"Coach..." The boy whispered as the waves washed past us.

I pulled his head back and kissed the delicate hollows of his neck.  Then I
kissed his beautifully rounded shoulder.

"Coach?"  He said finally in a soft little voice.

"Yeah."

"Coach, I really like you a lot."

I stroked 2Bad, sliding a palm around his silky waist and hip.  "I like you
too."

"Andy an' Benjy," he pleaded anxiously.  "There's like a summer baseball
camp for two weeks at our school.  You just got to let them come!"

"I will," I assured him.

"Cap an' me like them so much.  We'll take care of them the whole time."

"I know you will," I said, stroking his side.

"Coach, we can like come see you too, right?"

"Whenever you want."

My flaccid member slipped out and 2Bad squirmed around to hug against me,
the shorts he still gripped in one fist swirling around us in the water.
"And you'll like help us, right?  Like next year when we have to be on
varsity?"

"I'll be there for you."

"And we'll be like a big brothers to Andy!"

"That's exactly how it will be," I told him.

Once we both got our shorts back on we swam over to where JayJay and Lester
were surfing.  They were close together, watching for good waves over their
shoulders, JayJay supporting Lester in the water.  Both boys turned to grin
at me.

"I'm skinny-dipping," JayJay said happily.  Lester showed me that he was
holding JayJay's shorts for him.  I grabbed them and stuffed them in the
waist of my swim trunks.  "You guys are gonna lose these for sure," I told
them.  "Then where will we be?"

The boys giggled at each other and I pulled the two of them close for a
hug, JayJay's stiff boner pushing against my hip.  "Keep an eye on this
one," I told 2Bad, pushing JayJay toward him.  "Let's see how the others
are making out."

Lester dog paddled for a few strokes and then used his primitive crawl to
churn along toward were Andy, Benjy and Cap were swimming.  I supported the
boy, holding my hand on his lean tummy so he could get his breaths as he
thrashed through the water.

"That'a boy." I told him.  "We'll have you swimming like a fish pretty
soon."

As we got close the boy raised his head and called out, "Andy, watch!"  He
put his head back down and stroked all the way over to his friend.  I
supported him so he could get his head back up for air and he rubbed his
eyes, grinning at Andy.  "I swim good now!"

"Me, too!"  Andy assured him.  Cap, holding Andy around the waist, smiled
fondly.

"Andy can swim underwater, Coach!"  Benjy called.  "Watch!"

A good-sized wave came rolling in.  Andy submerged under it, disappeared
for awhile, and then I felt small hands grabbing at my legs.  Resurfacing,
the boy sputtered, grabbed on to me and grinned up proudly.

"That's terrific!"  Holding Lester with one arm I took Andy's small waist
with my other and gave him a hug.  "Wonderful!"  I looked at Cap in
amazement.  "You're a good teacher."

The older boy smiled and pulled Benjy close.  "Benjy helped, and Andy
learns fast."

Andy squirmed happily.  "Lemme show you how I can ride a wave again,
Coach."

I handed him to Cap who launched him into another roller with Benjy
catching it alongside him.  The two boys rode all the way in, going right
up onto the beach where Andy jumped up waving triumphantly before starting
back out again with Benjy staying with him.

Lester watched enviously and I gave him a little hug.  "You're doing just
fine, too."

"You really like Andy, don't you Coach," he said.

I hugged the slender boy tighter and stroked his firm rounded butt.  "Of
course I do.  I like all you boys.  And in particular, in case you haven't
noticed, I like you very very much.  Don't ever think I don't."

Lester hugged back and I could feel the hard bulge in the front of his
shorts.  Beside us 2Bad and JayJay were cheering Benjy and Andy as they
came swimming back.  The older boy had been holding JayJay and his hand had
been moving under the water.

"Watch me, Andy," JayJay shouted.

"Whoa!"  I grabbed him before he could take off into a wave.  "Not without
these!"  I handed over his red shorts.

"Oops!  Almost forgot, Coach!"  Laughing, JayJay squirmed around, getting
the shorts back on.  "I've been skinny-dipping," he explained.

Andy grinned delightedly and he glanced at Cap and Benjy who were grinning
as well.  "We did that for a while," Andy told us.

With the shorts back in place JayJay caught a wave and went riding in to
the beach followed by all the rest, including Lester who I launched into a
nice roller.

"Coach, this is like the best!" Cap shouted. "It's like so totally awesome
you fixed it so we could come today!"

For another hour the boys and I rode waves that were coming in faster and
harder with the incoming tide, breaking farther and farther up the beach.
I caught one very big roller and let it take me in, followed closely by
Lester and JayJay, their lean supple bodies flashing in the sunlight.  As
they stood up amid the foaming surf I gave them both a hug, yelling,
"You're doing great!" and they beamed up at me happily.

Andy came in next, lithe young body soaring on the wave top.  He wiggled
with delight as I plucked him out of the crashing water, gasped and told me
breathlessly, "See how far I went, Coach!"

"That's my Little Champ!"  His swim shorts were all pulled down on his
hips, exposing a jutting little butt as I hugged him.  He made no move to
pull the shorts up but just plunged into the next wave and started swimming
back out.  I followed, checking on the other boys as I did so to be sure
they were safe.

There was no need to worry.  Cap and 2Bad were both with Benjy, and the
slender young boy was laughing with delight as 2Bad launched him into a
wave that took all three to the beach.  My two 14-year-olds bobbed close
by, JayJay supporting Lester with an arm on his waist as they headed back
out to wait for another good roller.  Andy was with me.  He clung and I
hugged him close as we waited for a perfect wave to catch.

We kept riding the waves for a while longer, enjoying the thrill of
catching really big rollers, but at last I could tell Andy was getting
tired.

"Bet you're getting hungry, Champ," I suggested, "How 'bout some lunch?"

"Yeah, Coach," the boy replied eagerly.

"Let's ride one more in, and then I'll get you something."

We waited for a big one as I stroked and rubbed my little ballplayer under
the water.  Andy kept his legs pulled up, thighs spread apart and his thick
little erection pulsed as I rubbed him firmly.  At last I spotted a nice
wave coming.

"Get set, Champ."

We launched into the face of the big roller and took it all the way to
shore where Andy shouted happily as I picked him up and carried him out
onto the hot sand.  The Sun was warm on our bodies.  I pulled his shorts up
a little so his butt would not be showing and the boy giggled.  Then I
waved to the other boys out beyond the breakers and they came in, 2Bad
tumbling with Benjy in the surf and then Cap wading out of the foamy water
with Lester and JayJay all of them tired, but each one smiling happily.

"We almost lost my shorts again, Coach," JayJay giggled.

"Yeah, this big wave pulled them right out of my hand," Lester reported.
"We had to dive for them."  They both exploded into laughter.

"Uh-huh," I said.  "Let's try real hard to keep everything covered up now
that you're out of the water."

The boys looked at each other mischievously and laughed again.

Turning to Cap I told him, "You guys need to rest for a while.  There's a
Frisbee and some baseballs with our things.  Keep 'em all out of the water
while I go get your lunch.  I won't be long."

"Okay, Coach.  We'll watch 'em."  Cap nodded confidently, his beautifully
proportioned body gleamed wetly in the light.  Beside him, just as graceful
and slender, 2Bad stood with an arm around Benjy.  "Don't worry coach," he
assured me.

"You all need more tanning lotion too," I said.  "This sun'll burn you to a
crisp if you don't."

As I left, the boys were all spreading Hawaiian Tropic on each other, Andy
doing Cap, 2Bad with Benjy, and my two lean sturdy 14-year-olds, Lester and
JayJay teamed together.  I studied Lester's ragged old cutoffs.  The other
boys all had good-looking, stylish board shorts so he was the only one that
looked out of place.  "Better do something about that," I muttered to
myself on the way to the truck.

I drove about a mile away to a little strip mall by some condominiums,
finding a small grocery store where I bought bags of chips and submarine
sandwiches.  I deliberately got more than I thought I needed, being wary of
the appetites of growing boys.  Stashing the food in the truck, I then went
next door to a beach togs store that sold nice-looking board shorts and
picked out a pair that would fit Lester in colors similar to Andy's.  I was
sure he was self-conscious about his ragged shorts and did not want him
going to the water park ashamed of the way he looked.  I rolled the shorts
up carefully and took them with me.

When I got back, the boys were playing catch on the sand, their oiled
bodies flashing in the sunshine.  They all ran to me eagerly when they
spotted the big bag of food.

"Gee guys," I said, trying to keep a straight face. "Bad news.  All I could
find was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!"

"NOT!" said Andy with a big smile.  He tugged at the bag.  "What did you
really get us, Coach?"

I opened it and there were delighted cheers as the boys as the boys tore
into big roast beef and turkey club sandwiches.  I handed out chips and
gave them all orange juice from the little cooler I had brought.

Munched away happily, sometimes getting up to play with the Frisbee or a
baseball, the boys kept coming back for more food.  At last they all seemed
satisfied.  They went down to the surf line and began working on an
enormous sand castle while I cleaned everything up and took it to the trash
receptacles in the parking lot.  While I was there I got the new swimsuit I
had bought and brought it to the beach rolled up and stuffed down my swim
shorts.

I found the boys completely engrossed in their castle building.  Andy and
Cap were working on an intricate set of castellated battlements while 2Bad
and Benjy constructed a tower in the inner keep.  My two 14-year-olds,
Lester and JayJay were busy digging out the moat.  I tapped Lester on the
shoulder and beckoned to him.

"I'm borrowing one of your workers for a few minutes," I said to Cap "I
wannna show him something on his swimming."

The other boys hardly looked up as I led my ballplayer out into the water.
"Come on with me, Tiger," I told him.

Encouraging the boy to use his new swimming skills I took him out beyond
the break to where the rip coming off shore had made a sand bar.  I could
just stand comfortably there and I held Lester, supporting him with an arm
around his lean waist.

"You're doin' great," I said, giving him a little hug.  "Glad you came?"

"Oh yeah, Coach."  Lester turned and put his arms around my waist, hugging
tight.  As we bobbed up and down I stroked the boy's firm smooth back and
patted his mounded butt.

"Coach?" he asked timidly, "Coach, you meant it, didn't you?  You're really
proud of me?"

"Better believe it!"  I kept stroking him.  "You try so hard for me all the
time!  You never give up!  I'm proud of you every day.  And I'll never
forget that when I asked, you came through with the hit we had to have!
You better believe I mean it when I say I'm proud of you."

Lester stretched his body against mine, pressing and hugging tightly.  "I
wish I could be as good as Andy, Coach.  I try as hard as I can."

"I know you do, son."  I stroked him tenderly.  "I know you do."  Reaching
into my swim shorts I brought out the rolled up gift I had bought for him.
Lester stared in wonder and then took the new shorts while I supported him
in the water.  He unfolded the colorful satin and stroked a hand over the
smooth fabric.

"Coach?"  He asked, hardly daring to hope.

I caressed his silky flank.  "They're for you."

Lester wiggled happily.  "Coach, they're just like Andy's!"  His face was
glowing.

I hugged the boy and ran my hand over his hip, feeling a firm swell of butt
under the ragged cloth of his old cut offs.

"Let's get you out of these," I whispered, and when he hesitated I rubbed
over his crotch, feeling the hard bulge.  "It's OK, Les.  You're alright."

I held the new shorts while Lester tugged at the old ones.  As soon as they
were off he handed them to me and pressed his naked body against my own,
the warmth of his smooth skin sliding on mine in the water.  Lester's rigid
erection pushed against my belly.  Holding both the aroused boy and the
cutoffs with one arm, I used my free hand to stroke the full length of his
firm back, taut waist, and silky rounded butt.  Lester hugged and then
twisted around so I could rub his boner with my fist.  The hard shaft was
thicker and longer than Andy's, but still immature.  As I stroked, the
boy's eyes closed and his lips parted.  Beneath the water his hand slid up
and down on my arm and then he was reaching behind to push into my groin
and grab my own straining member through the cloth of my suit.  He began to
rub clumsily.

I pumped faster and felt the boy's body tense.

"Good," I whispered softly.  "Let it come..."

Lester spread his legs, pulling up his knees as I squeezed harder.  There
was a sudden pulse beneath my stroking fist.  The boy gave a soft cry.

"Uhhh!"

He arched against my encircling arm, slender hips thrust out.  His hand
moved frantically in my crotch, and then every muscle in his hard
well-developed body flexed as he heaved in shuddering ecstasy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Lester's straining boy stick jerked and with a kick of his legs he bucked
hard three times.  There was a final half spasm, a rapid series of
pulsations in his straining rod, and then he sagged back against me,
gasping, as I held him with the waves surging around us.

"Coach," he moaned softly.

"That was good, Tiger" I whispered and he turned clumsily to slide an arm
around me and plead, "Coach, I wanna be with you this summer."

"You can be," I promised, caressing him.

As I helped him put on his new shorts Lester asked anxiously, "Coach, I can
keep these after today, can't I?"

"Sure you can."  I stroked the boy's firm smooth shoulder.  "They're yours.
Now, let me see you catch a wave and ride it in."

Lester released me and I accompanied him off the sandbar while he set out
gamely for the spot where the incoming rollers were building as they neared
the shore.  His swimming was getting better, but I still supported him with
a hand on his lean taut belly so he could get his breaths.

When a nice-looking wave reached us I launched him into it and Lester
churned his arms, getting up on the face, riding it into the beach like a
young seal.  Cap had done a good job teaching him and my heart swelled with
love for all my wonderful boys.  I watched as my happy 14-year-old splashed
over to the sand castle where the others clustered around.  They were all
admiring the new shorts as I slipped onto a wave and took it in.

"Coach, these shorts are radical!"  Cap shouted as they all came running
over to me.  "They're like Andy's!"

I put my arm around Andy's shoulders, squeezed, and he gazed up at me,
smiling happily.  "You all gotta look stylish," I told them with a grin.
"We're going to the water park now.  I want you guys to be the best looking
young studs there!"

"Yeah!" JayJay cheered, and they all ran for their towels.  Gathering our
stuff I led them to the truck where I insisted they put on another coating
of sunscreen.  There was a good deal of laughing and tickling as they took
turns spreading oil with their palms.

I ruffled the heads of Benjy and Lester.  "Make sure you get lots on these
guys!"  The other four boys descended on them, giggling while they
slathered them with lotion.  Benjy squirmed delightedly as 2Bad's hands
slid over his body.

At last they were ready.  We loaded everything into the truck and they
scrambled into the pickup bed.

"Here we go!"  I said, getting behind the wheel.

The water park was on the other side of the highway, about two miles down
from the beach.  The boys could see the high towers of the slides as we
drove toward it and I smiled when I heard their excited chatter in the
back.  I found a parking place, bought all the boys a pass at the gate and
gathered them around me just inside.

"You can do anything you want," I told them.  "All I ask is that you stick
together and you older ones keep an eye on the younger ones."

"Right, Coach," Cap said.  2Bad nodded and put an arm around Benjy, who
gave him a smile.

"Now, let's have some fun!"  I grinned at them.  "Which slide first?"

"Tube slide, Coach!" JayJay said excitedly.

"Right!"  I let him lead the way.

That afternoon and evening was a magical one for the boys.  They had a
marvelous time going on every single attraction and waterslide in the Park.
On the tube slide they all tried it singly at first and then rode doubles:
Cap with Andy, 2Bad with Benjy, and JayJay with Lester.  They raced each
other and had all kinds of fun.  On the twisting, turning maze slide the
boys went down, one right after another, yelling and shrieking with
excitement.  One of the slides, aptly named the "Suicide Drop", had a
vertical drop of 100 feet that curled at the bottom into a long run off.
Andy and Lester were scared the first time they tried it, but they would've
attempted to fly off the high platform if Cap and 2Bad had asked them to.
Andy covered his eyes and slid off the edge with a shriek and Lester
followed.  Benjy, who had been to the park before, whooped and went next.
Then it was JayJay's turn.  He was trying hard to hide it, but I could tell
he was nervous, too.

"It's OK, Tiger," I assured him quietly, giving him a pat.  "You know I
wouldn't let you do it if you could get hurt."

The boy looked at me gratefully and then positioned himself on the top of
the slide.  With a last look at me he slid over the side.  I heard him cry,
"Whhhhheeeeeiiiii" as he got to the bottom, sliding along the run out in a
huge cloud of spray.  Andy, Lester and Benjy ran to meet him, shouting
excitedly.

The two high school boys went next and then I went, experiencing the
thrilling rush of the initial drop and then the thrill of skidding far down
the long run out.

Andy ran up to me as I got to my feet.  He was smiling from ear to ear,
something I had never seen him do before.

"Coach, this is totally awesome!"

I picked him up and he clung with arms and legs while I patted his lean
tapering back.  "Having fun, Champ?"  I asked, laughing.

"Oh yeah, Coach," he said, wiggling against me.

"I'm glad, son."

After conquering their initial fear, the boys tried the suicide drop
several more times and then started in on another round of all the others.
They particularly liked the inner tube slide because it had several
different paths they could take off the top platform and they could race
each other.  They also liked going doubles and kept switching partners.

When they get tired they tried the big wave pool for awhile, but they had
done enough surfing already and ended up spending quite a bit of time on
another inner tube ride; one that was not a slide, but just a long float
around a twisting stream that went in a circle.  They enjoyed this because
it allowed them to swim underwater and try to turn each other over.  There
was a waterfall at one spot on that ride with a small pool in front of it.
I lost track of Benjy and 2Bad for a while and was about to get concerned
when I saw the two of them emerge from behind the waterfall.  Benjy had his
hand on the older boy's waist and was grinning up at him.

When they get tired of the inner tubes, the boys went back to the slides
and raced each other on one called The Flume that had a high twisty chute
featuring lots of tight curves.  The boys shot down again and again while I
timed them to see who could go the fastest.  Andy, the smallest and
lightest, nearly always won, which pleased him greatly.

Later on we hit the snack bar and I let the boys gorge on nachos, microwave
pizza, hamburgers and other junk food delights.  Then I gave them rolls of
quarters and turned them loose in the arcade.

Videogames never excited Andy that much, being far more interested in
physical activity.  He did some games with the other boys to be polite and
then spent the remaining time with me playing slide hockey.  He was good,
too.  I had trouble beating him and he kept the score close without my
having to let him win.

"Wanna' play for quarters, Coach?"  He asked after awhile.

I grinned and gave him a knowing look.  "Don't try to hustle your Coach,
Champ."

This bought me one of his special little smiles.

When evening came and the complex got dark the boys went back to the wave
pool where they floated lazily in the artificial surf listing to music.
The pool was lit all around by colored lanterns, but beneath the surface it
was dark.  Cap stayed with JayJay and Lester.  2Bad and Benjy paired off in
the center of the pool and I was on the other side with Andy, the two of us
bobbing up and down while I held Andy around the waist, stroking his lean
silky form under the water.

"This was so awesome today, Coach," he said, hugging sweetly.

"Fun, huh?"

"Yeah."

"It's gonna be nice having you stay with me tonight," I whispered.

Andy nodded.  "I wish I could live with you all the time."

"I know."  My hand stroked the rigid hardness bulging the front of his
shorts, and suddenly Andy squirmed, tugging at the cloth.

"Strip me, Coach," he whispered.

I glanced around.  No one was close by and the water was dark.  Together we
loosened the waist of Andy's shorts and when the boy slid them off I
stuffed them in the waist of my own.  Taking the boy's thick hard boner in
my fingers I rubbed firmly and Andy caught his breath, leaning back against
me, hard compact body a warm smoothness sliding on mine.

"Little Champ," I whispered, "My Little Champ."

Eyes closed, Andy writhed slowly in the water while I kept stroking.  A
pulse throbbed in his rock hard shaft and with a soft moan the boy pulled
his knees up.  I slid my hand down into his crack, pushed a forefinger up
his hole and wiggled it on the tiny nub.  Andy gave a tiny gasp, arching
his head back farther.  His mouth opened and he reached back to slide his
palms on my hips.

Withdrawing my finger I went back to pumping his rigid stiffy and Andy
quivered.  With a sudden kick of his legs the boy jerked, his hard shaft
contracting in throb after throb under my fingers, pulsing rapidly and then
gradually trailing off as the boy moaned and relaxed in my arms.  His head
slumped back, lolling on my shoulder.

"Ohhhhh..."

Taking him beneath the water, I kissed him long and deeply.  Then,
returning to the surface, I held him against my body, stroking and petting
until he was ready to put his shorts back on.

"Time to head home so you and I can be together," I told him.  Andy nodded
and we started over toward the others, going slowly so Andy could use his
newly learned crawl stroke.  Cap, JayJay and Lester were closest.  I heard
some excited giggling and it seemed to me that JayJay was struggling to get
his shorts up under the water as we swam to them.

"Time to go," I whispered softly.  Cap nodded.

I left Andy with them and swam to where 2Bad was bobbing in the waves with
Benjy.  Their eyes were shining in the reflected light of the pool lanterns
and Benjy had his head back on 2Bad's shoulder.

"Time to go," I whispered and Benjy giggled while 2Bad adjusted something
under the water.  Then they both swam with me over to the others.

Eventually I herded the tired, happy boys to the truck.  2Bad climbed into
the pickup bed along with Benjy, JayJay and Lester while Andy went up front
next to me, Cap on the other side of him.  As I got behind the wheel Andy
leaned his head on against my shoulder.

I drove slowly on the way back, using back roads so the boys in the pickup
bed would not get tossed around and could have more time together.  At last
we pulled up in front of Cap's house.  When I got out and lowered the
tailgate Benjy and 2Bad touched fists with each other, then the older boy
scrambled out to join Cap and Andy who were standing with me on the grass.

"Coach, this was awesome.  Thanks a lot," Cap told me.

"Yeah Coach," 2Bad echoed.

"Glad you had fun," I assured them.  "Thanks for all your help."

"Andy," 2Bad said, "we're comin' to your last game on Thursday."

Cap gave my left fielder's shoulders a squeeze.  "Yeah.  No way we'd miss
it."

With a grateful smile Andy gave his friends a fist bump and then I did too,
telling them, "I appreciate that, and so will the whole team.  If you can
get a ride over, I'll see you get home all right."

"We'll be there, Coach," 2Bad assured me.

After saying goodbye again to all of us, the two boys trotted to the house
and waved before going inside.

"Coach, this was like the best!" JayJay told me as I put the tailgate up.
"Can we like go to my house next?  I wanna ask my mom if we can like have a
sleepover!"

I ruffled his hair.  "Absolutely.  Sounds like fun!"

"My mom'll never let me," Benjy said mournfully.

"Cheer up," I told him, stroking his head too.  "You never know till you
ask!"

Unfortunately Benjy knew his mother all too well.  At JayJay's house, when
he called to ask permission to stay over she insisted that he come home and
we left JayJay and Lester sprawled happily on the floor playing a baseball
video game while a dejected Benjy went to the truck with Andy and me.  "She
never let's me do anything!" Benjy complained, getting in.

"Come on, that's not fair!"  I gave him a hug.  "She let you go with us to
the beach today.  That's something.  We'll keep working on her and maybe we
can talk her into more stuff."

Benjy gave me a grateful little smile.

Once Benjy had been returned safely to his mother - and we had convinced
her that his tender skin had been rigorously sun-screened all day - I took
him aside.

"Glad you came today?" I asked with a wink.

"Oh yeah, Coach!  This was awesome!"

"Good." With a glance to be sure his mother was not watching I gave his
shoulder a quick pat.  "Listen.  I'm glad you're Andy's friend.  You keep
an eye on him in school for me, okay?"

"Sure, Coach."  Benjy looked up very seriously.  "I like Andy a lot.  He's
the best!"

"Right!  Thank's, Tiger!  And don't you worry.  We'll work on your mother."

With a final goodbye to Benjy's mom, Andy and I drove off in the dark,
heading for my house.  In the front with me my tired left fielder curled up
on the seat with his head on my lap.

"Good day, Champ?" I asked, stroking him.

"Uh-huh.  Coach?"

"What?"

"You don't like those kids as much as me, do you?"

"You know I don't, son. I think you're the most wonderful, best kid in the
world."

He was asleep when I finally pulled into my driveway.

[ To Be Concluded In Part J ]

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